a poem
You’re very still, you seem to be brooding,What’s going on in your thoughts over there?Even your sweetness: I…
What doesIt meanTo be askingWhat is theMeaning of lifeFor what evenIs meaning?And what…
deathis not truebut it seems likeit is
It’s easy to feel a little woke,just after you’ve taken a toke.
I look different from the inside.
Tomorrow,The time to get everything done.